After today, I am determined not to fail the next time around. In the next course, I believe the project is an individual thing. I am going to kick ass.
I've been reading some "inspirationaL" articles, geared towards intelligent, creative, lazy people.

Yet no one is here to talk to. Never when I need them, but it's ok I guess. Solace (why do I revel in it?) and Sarah McLachlan is good. Hey I started off with APC ok...give a girl a break. Downloading more fonts, stock art, and reading has been therapeutic however, so I'm ok. Many many more fonts. A few stock pics well. My next project for class will be the bomb. Dammit. I'm taking it on full force goddammit.

"Just that we've stayed too long in the same old sickly skin."

On the note of no one being around. Seems most of my ICQ list is actually online, but it says nothing. Stephen is ignoring me. What's new? Either way I'm ducking everyone. I don't know if I can stomach speaking to anyone. Maybe only a few would understand at this point. They are where? Who knows. Not that it matters...because that would be selfish of me wanting them here coveniently and not appreciating their presence when they are here.

I was on my way home this evening, and I thought the journey (without too much traffic) was longer than most times. I was having these internal conversations in my head. Well monologues, beating myself up for a shitty presentation. There is always more to be done. You idiot. There so is. When you totally agree with the critics, is that good or bad? I always find myself knowing exactly what they're going to say is wrong, yet I don't fix it before. Why? Hmm. Idiot. Ugh. I'm crazy.

Tomorrow is approaching quickly and I would like to get to bed.

Adieu world.
I'll live I swear. I have to prove to that guy that I kick so much ass...and that I can kick his too. Dammit.
Rowr.